Tale of the One

And watching a human living is like watching a comet falling. First, a little spark occurs, then the explosions… Pure vibes of the childhood transforms to the passionate youth...

14.11.2016

Pelin Sürmeli

And there they were, people gathered under the same vault of heaven. Legend has it, they were created by stardust. Maybe they were looking at the sky in the darkest nights to imagine their homelands, who knows… But one thing for sure, my beloved friends, that they have never changed since the first day they landed to the planet earth…

Time is relatively faster in earth. One lifespan of us equals thousands of human lives. And watching a human living is like watching a comet falling. First, a little spark occurs, then the explosions… Pure vibes of the childhood transforms to the passionate youth. Different lands, different eras, different stories of them, yet the feelings are the same… They get furious and hate, they fall in love but lie, they get disappointed and they lose. Within the fragments of eternity, they all go watch the sunrise to burn their tears with the first lights of the day. They all wait the soft afternoon sun to dream. They all drink wine when evenfalls and make love for the sake of the night. After all those memories of their life, like a meteorite accelerating upon the space, they all burn. Suddenly, time disappears. They become more ash rather than flesh, they become less and less, and eventually they burn out. They left a bright yellow scar on the dark sky after freefall, like brush strokes of Van Gogh…

And then, that is it. Everyone seeks a unique melody, yet they are nothing else but a huge crown of dancers for the same song. Sometimes in joy, sometimes in sorrow, but always sharing with the same steps with other people from thousands years ago. In other words, my beloved friends, it is like watching a comet falling. All you need to do is to hear the stories of the stars…

In the midst of the chaos in İstanbul, the sounds of the music are rising from the hands of Ruşen Can Acet being a young craftsman and musician who was born in Manisa in 1989. When we enter into his workshop which he built in his house by overcoming all obstacles, we are seeing there is a serious work in view, our admiration becomes much more.